March 2007

The tired game of retroactively realigning our goals with our accomplishments; exchanging these lies and accepting them as truth, an unspoken understanding we have with each other. An age-old ruse that allows us to go through life not viewing everyone, including ourselves, as miserable failures.

Trading empty sentiments, we let ourselves and others wander down paths we know to be incorrect, gesticulating half-hearted gestures of encouragement as we watch each other struggle away in areas we do not ultimately belong.

Exploring and discovering the distance between our aspirations and our abilities is something everyone has to do for themselves. It’s accepted that we can’t rob each other of this venture.

And so if delusions of grandeur gently age into hobbies of comfort, who are we to interfere with the process?